... [For a moment, he consider just tugging her down with him, but he'll instead move himself onto the bed. He's beside her, pulling her onto him. He takes both her hands, letting them rest behind his neck.] Keep going.
[He may feel tense to her at first, as he clenches his fist. It's hard for him to fight back the urge to strike back, even as he wanted this. It's an unfamiliar experience, allowing himself to relax, be vulnerable.
But...this felt nice. And if he wanted to, he can just kill Naomi on the spot. So why was he worried?
He lets out some air as he leans forward, resting his head on her shoulder. Has she always smelled nice? His hands rest against her back, pressing gently, if uncomfortable with those claws. He wants to touch skin, but these useless clothes were in his way.]
[Naomi continues her actions not with much thoughts regarding them. Hyde seemed relaxed - or was relaxing - after a moment, and even going so far as to rest on her shoulder. He wanted this - and she doesn't think that's strange.]
[Even humanity's darkside wanted to experience human contact in some form. She can feel his claws on her back, and again, what else did he want?]
[He could just tear into her clothes like one would expect a monster like him to do, but he tugs at the fabric instead.] Take off your clothes. [He mutters.]
[Because here's the thing: her dress could be tugged and removed like any other dress, but it still wasn't a 'normal' dress. Nope, just sitting in his lap, it only takes a small gesture on her part to make it go away.]
Ah. [His claws loosen as her clothes are removed. After a moment, his hands are back on her. He's being careful not to cut flesh, as if he wanted to caress her skin. He moves along her back, down to her waist and around to the front. He was exploring, instead of killing his prey like he usually would.
He hums quietly, head rubbing against her neck, his claws now resting over her breast.]
[She notices that he's being cautious with his claws, and she does appreciate that, not saying a word as he explores. She would let him put her body to whatever memory he wanted... And not that she would care about a little marring on her pale skin. She did have one very faint and precise vertical scar on her chest that he might notice - that is, were it not for his face against her neck.]
[He doesn't see it, but he'll notice the skin feeling a little different as his hand runs over the scar.]
Hm...? [He lifts his head slightly, seeing where this odd part of skin was located.] Ahhh, is that what I think it is? He had to act so noble about the whole thing.
[He hums quietly, his hands retreating for a moment.]
Where shall I put it then...? Here? [He runs a claw along her stomach.] Here? small>[Her back.] Or here? [Across her neck. A smile widens on his face. So many options to slice someone.]
[His hand slides up along her neck, grabbing her chin.]
How about that pretty face of yours? A nice cut across for everyone to see. [He runs a claw across her face, but doesn't place his mark just yet. He's waiting to see how Naomi would take such a proposal.]
Eh? Who saying it wasn't? [Who thinks her face is hideous???]
Also this doesn't really have the same impact when you actually want it. [He grumps as he crosses his arms.] You're one of those people who think scars are cool or something?
[There's pain alright - brief and sharp, but then lingers mainly through stinging, and she could feel blood running down her face. He didn't cut her eyes and that was enough, but one mark had been made annoyingly over her brow, and blood was running over an eye.]
... Do you mind grabbing that cloth on the bedside table?
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[She continues rubbing his head.]
[... but pauses when she notices his hand.]
... Yes?
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But...this felt nice. And if he wanted to, he can just kill Naomi on the spot. So why was he worried?
He lets out some air as he leans forward, resting his head on her shoulder. Has she always smelled nice? His hands rest against her back, pressing gently, if uncomfortable with those claws. He wants to touch skin, but these useless clothes were in his way.]
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[Even humanity's darkside wanted to experience human contact in some form. She can feel his claws on her back, and again, what else did he want?]
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[Because here's the thing: her dress could be tugged and removed like any other dress, but it still wasn't a 'normal' dress. Nope, just sitting in his lap, it only takes a small gesture on her part to make it go away.]
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He hums quietly, head rubbing against her neck, his claws now resting over her breast.]
CW: Nudity
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Hm...? [He lifts his head slightly, seeing where this odd part of skin was located.] Ahhh, is that what I think it is? He had to act so noble about the whole thing.
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[And of course, it's long since faded...]
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[He runs a claw down the scar.] Only a bruising after that scene? How very dull.
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Do you think it would help if you left a scar?
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...Well, I wouldn't say no to an offer like that, but would it remain once it's all over?
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[But it sounds like a suggestion to find out.]
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Where shall I put it then...? Here? [He runs a claw along her stomach.] Here? small>[Her back.] Or here? [Across her neck. A smile widens on his face. So many options to slice someone.]
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[She thought he might just pick her throat, but who knows. Maybe he wanted somewhere else.]
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How about that pretty face of yours? A nice cut across for everyone to see. [He runs a claw across her face, but doesn't place his mark just yet. He's waiting to see how Naomi would take such a proposal.]
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Hm, it would be different. Perhaps an appropriate flaw to have.
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Also this doesn't really have the same impact when you actually want it. [He grumps as he crosses his arms.] You're one of those people who think scars are cool or something?
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I'm one of those people that accept scars are a part of life. You'll remember some, but you'll forget how you get the smaller ones.
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[He leans forward, raising his claws.] Best to close those eyes.
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[Well, the last thing she needed was her eyes scratched out so she'll comply and close her eyes.]
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... Do you mind grabbing that cloth on the bedside table?
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